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To end, My trembling heart, Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time. It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul, To gather courage and fearlessness To look upon you without all merriment and happiness Which once breathed in us. I assume that, The blurred memories which we made, Will now collide with each other in your heart. Memories, I believe, Have become my past. And now As my future is drawing me to itself.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
Creator of My Past
To end, My trembling heart, Had finally concluded to meet you for the very last time. It is indeed a herculean effort for my broken soul, To gather courage and fearlessness To look upon you without all merriment and happiness Which once breathed in us. I assume that, The blurred memories which we made, Will now collide with each other in your heart. Memories, I believe, Have become my past. And now As my future is drawing me to itself.
Just got this idea in my head at the library.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
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